Monday, April 11, 2016

Poetry: An Assemblage of Wrongs

An Assemblage of Wrongs

Departing a room,
in which we both breathe,
Inspiration smashes,
the heart inside of me.

Your humble brilliance,
like something contagious,
Invades my atmosphere,
shatters all obligations.

Questioning glances,
some ancient puzzle.
Perhaps it’s attraction,
in a kindred souls muddle.

I won’t try to quiet,
stentorian songs.
My soul is enraptured
in an assemblage of wrongs.  

-Lisa M. Bello

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